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Janell, I’m sorry; I should have said…

Had I Whispered it Long Ago

Whisper brushes like a too familiar stranger on the subway train.
Annoyed at the intrusion, you fume but whisper nothing back.
Oh, you have things to tell that wispy voice,
Things you’ll get around to when it’s right.
Somehow the time seems wrong, just another day or two….

It seems to whisper things you knew but would forget.
It does not forget, that wispy voice; it’ll not let go—
Not because of that which could have been,
But because of that which was and now is gone.

Another breath and soft caress; too close to stay.
Jumble of noise not making sense, just go away!
Behind your back, around your head, but never in your ear—
Persistent pest, that weak-willed voice won’t halt,
Won’t stop to breathe sweet nothings…No….
No; it shares no nothings with your ear.
Let it buzz and flit about; there’s no response for nothing.
When it’s calm there will be time to whisper—
No, not whisper—time to say, “                                                .”
Then the pesky buzz, the wordless whisper, might go away.

Days pass ‘til you can’t tell if it’s been weeks or months,
But still the whisper’s there, no change you can detect.
Weeks go by until they’re months or maybe even years.
Has there been a time you didn’t know this background noise,
This softly rustling, whispering, rasping sound?
Hard to remember…there was a time, it seems,
When faint whispers found their way inside
To mingle with the messy parts of who you are.
Those pleasing sounds couldn’t be the same as this?
This darting, fleeting, mad’ning hum?
No, no, they’re not the same, they couldn’t be,
One looked to be a part of you.  This other: apart from you.
So you change your days and set your mind to other things—
Tune out that vexing sound apart from you—
To fix those messy parts which it deserted long ago.

Less and less do you hear the buzz, the whispering fades,
Tugs less frequently, and only here and there in small crescendos.

Failing to remember the place it loved
and what it used to say,
The whisper
fades

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A Thread for Ftk to avoid science and get personal

I’m starting this thread so that everyone’s favorite science-denying, soccer mom can get to know me. Laughably, she accused me of trolling on a thread about Dr. Behe’s mousetrap example of Irreducible Complexity. My crime?

Discussing the mousetrap example of Irreducible Complexity. I know, stupid me. In the same thread, she asked me the following questions (which are apparently appropriate on a science thread):

So….tell me about Blipey. Married? Kids? Brothers, sisters? Where did you go to college? Have any normal friends there?

So, here is the perfect thread to discuss those things; maybe she’ll drop by and ask a few questions?

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Simper Fie, He’d rather die

Denton, TX

That’s right. Everyone’s favorite IDiot and all around science denier, DaveTard Springer answered his phone!

Once upon a time, over a year ago, he told me to call him up any time I was in the area and he’d get together with me to discuss the issue of ID in the public school classroom. For those of you who remember that, you will also recall that it didn’t quite work out that way.

Well, here I am in Texas again for a few days. So, I thought I’d call him up again, see if he’d had a change of heart (or balls). Surprisingly, it went down like this:

DaveTard: Hey.

Blipey: I’m stopping by your neck of the woods.

DaveTard: You are?

Blipey: Yeah.

DaveTard: Who is this?

Blipey: Blipey.

DaveTard: Uhhh…

Blipey: Yeah. I could stop if you want to show me your dogs, or something.

DaveTard: Uh, no. No interest.

Blipey: Oh, that’s….

DaveTard: Don’t call back. *click*

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I Love NY…don’t get knifed

The Bronx, NY

New York City can be a great place; I like it lots. Then there are the nights you may get knifed. I just wanted to go to sleep and get up at 6:45 am to go do a show. That’s not really all that different than most days of my life. So, the show’s in Westchester County–not a particularly cheap place to get a room. That being the case, we’re staying in the Bronx (still not cheap by most standards, but better). We’re in the north Bronx; I don’t expect a great hotel, just some place to lay my head. This is the EconoLodge, nothing to write home about, but at least it’s a national chain with a bit of quality control.

So sometime after midnight there’s a huge (and supremely loud) domestic disturbance going on in the lobby. My room is right off the lobby so the fight is hard to ignore. I figure the clerk will solve this problem somehow. Several minutes later (4 or 5, probably) it’s still going on. I start to think, “Maybe the desk clerk is one of the parties arguing.” A couple of minutes later, the fight changes locations to right outside my window–seriously, 4 feet from my bed. I go out to the lobby.
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Sometimes we need more than wishes…

It turns out that our colleague needs a little more than well wishes from everyone. In a quite sudden turn of events, the situation has become much more serious. Medical situations are often scary, especially for those of us who are not doctors and seem to spend most of our time in the dark. The ghosts that lurk in our imaginations are sometimes scarier than what is actually wrong. Sometimes they’re not. A few hours from being released, Nadine was taken to ICU and is in very serious condition. They know the immediate danger, but not an underlying cause.

I don’t think the general populace really understands actors (as if any group of people can be said to be understood…). As a collection of people, an acting company is a very strange group–eclectic, egotistic, caring, brusque, lively, touched, businesslike, and everything in between. Oftentimes, we find ourselves forced into contact and relationships that other people shrink from. Not only do most of us embrace that energy, we seek it out. We often know the people we work with better and in stranger ways than most people care to think about. When it clicks, a cast lives for each other. It lives for the experience. It lives for the show.

The show will go on.

What kind of people does that make us?

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Well wishes for a company member

Natick, MA

Today was a very topsy-turvy one for Poetry Alive. One of our actors was hospitalized today and everyone went into crisis control. It doesn’t appear that anything major is wrong, but we have no word as to what happened as of yet. The other five casts have scrambled to cover shows that need to be covered, made crazy drives out of the areas they were previously in, and used up large portion of their cell minutes making changes and asking or updates.

Truly, the shows must go on; it’s what we do. But, they go on with thoughts of Nadine in each of them.

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You never know who you’ll run into

New York City

Last night we went to a reading of a new play in midtown, at a bar called Nation (on 45th, between 5th and 6th), put on by Prophecy Productions. A friend of Michelle’s was directing it and so I had higher expectations than I might have otherwise. What??? No automatically high expectations for theatre in New York? That’s right; there’s a whole lot of crappy theatre done in New York–and sometimes I think I’ve seen most of it. Think about it, a city of 8+ million people (plus the burbs) is bound to turn out a lot of bad work based on sheer volume alone. Of course, with 8+ million people, there’s a lot of good theatre going on as well. My point is that the good stuff isn’t just falling out of the sky, you have to search it out like anyplace else.
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